PO:ETRY IS PATTERN INTERRUPTION POETRY (mind-washing, not brain-washing)

Po:etry is a genre of poetry that doesn't exist (except here, speaking of which... where's this "here" anyway?).  Po;etry is based on the concept of "po." "Po" is a mind laxative, a conceptual provocation, a pattern interruption facilitator. "Po," as a linguistic device, was introduced by Edward De Bono.  Here's how De Bono describes the function of po: "Po is to lateral thinking what No is to logical thinking. Po is an insight restructuring tool... The function of Po is the rearrangement of information to create new pattern and to restructure old ones."  Po:etry is poetry of pattern interruption, mindfulness and confusion. 

Sunday
Dec132009

A Nine-Fold Pentagram of Indifference

1.
Mirror tries
To differentiate
Itself
From its own reflection.
Consciousness tries
To differentiate
Itself
From its own mind.
Neither can:
There is
No difference
Between Subject and Object
Whatsoever!
2.
Remember our little balcony
On the third floor of that hotel
in Paris?
No.
3.
Consciousness wastes itself
On imagination,
Pretending it is memory.
4.
I saw
A mindless body
Walking, talking, thinking.
Don’t say!
It was me!
5.
Been stupefied?
Been enlightened?
Been neither?
5.
Attention-seeking
Is the psychic equivalent of the centrifugal.
Ego is a force.
Step aside.
5.
Karma
Catches up with itself
In a holodeck of self-negating circularity of Sunyata.
5.
In chasing ecstasy
I found reality.
In chasing reality,
I found ecstasy.
When I stopped chasing
I found no-difference.
5.
I see myself
Taking my time
Taking my clothes off
Stripping down,
past my informational ego
And walking out
On my life-long affair with poetry.
5.
As I stand
In the door-way of prose
I see no reason to linger.
Reality is better!
Far better
than my wildest fantasy of it!
5.
I saw a robot
Making a robot.
I saw a human
Giving birth to a human.
I saw no difference.
5.
I saw a body
Sleeping, dreaming, thinking.
Don’t say!
It was me!
Still is.
5.
A five-fold truth of indifference
Comes in five flavors of lies.
Have a taste.
Or two.
Or five.



pavel somov, still is
copyright 2009